It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream 

Concious, backpack, scratch that, same thing 

I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness 

The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix 

And I can't take this 

If the game needs a new look, I'm a do a tummy tuck and a face lift 

And everything I say in these pages 

Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this 

But I'll be debatin it, it's a bit outragous 

Like it's an air virus, and this shits contagious 

I'm downloadin like niggaz actually play this 

Maybe I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a spaceship 

See I was on my stay out chill shit 

The way Mouse kills shit, I'm here just to lay out real shit 

Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin rims 

That shit got played out real quick 

See some wrote him off, some said he was done 

Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run 

I don't enjoy bein shunned, so I'm back as Neo 

Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun 

I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat 

Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet 

I heard it if you said it 

You wrote it on online then I read it, now I match it nigga bet it 

Cause I remember clearly 

Once "Pump It Up" stop soarin, there's a few mother fuckers stopped callin 

See I remember shit spread like cancer 

I would call folks said, folk ain't answer 

A few chicks runnin started pullin they pants up 

A few stopped actin like my private dancer 

But a lightbulb hit once they started the neglictment 

See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy 



Can't be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard' 

I just let niggaz get a head start 

I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase 

Nah spead out pace, and I'll still win the race 

See I'm joggin 

Other niggaz legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin 

You got the crown, pass off like Stockton 

It's time to work, I'm offically clocked in 

He is a problem, weavin and bobbin' 

Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him 

I can't leave, even though it's big options 

Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin' 

Don't ask me how I'm doin, I been better 

Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater 

I'm far from a "YES" man, I'm a trend setter 

It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta 

Don't put niggaz in the same sink as me 

I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit 

They don't use to ink like me 

Niggaz don't even think like me 

Who sees what I'm watchin, he ain't poppin' 

Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in 

WAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the same air that I farted in 

They want no parts with him 

I dare niggaz catagerious me 

If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me 

I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards 

Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours 

I had other ideas, while hittin' loot 

I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit 

See I'm thinking Grammy's 

Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy 

Each day there's a "W", it felt like heaven 

I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin' 

R&B on, looked and felt like Meagon 

Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin 

Talk very fly 

Least until I baught every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes 

And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx 

Trying to sound like somebody that already died 

The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em 

Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em 

Now if you don't sell 5 mill, they had enough of 'em 

Let me find out Hip Hop's turnin' Republican 

I'll sum it up to what he is about 

Still new to both, they still feelin' him out 

Things were type blam, Joey seasoned him out 

I'm the nicest dude out since "Reasonable Doubt" 

Say it ain't so 

Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggaz gay on the low 

So live, who can see 'em, no guy 

I'm the Mets, was suppose to be ill in '05 

As ill as the flow gets, need a piller don't snitch 

So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06 

About to OD, anybody that know me 

Can tell you I'm bout to make shit feel like it's '03 

More like '99 

No names should be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his 

prime 

Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around 

Or 2pac without Humpty around 

Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song 

Cam'ron during "Children Of The Corn" 

Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em 

I'm talkin '95, Big L before they killed 'em 

Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit 

Canibus, no album out before the L shit 

Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke 

Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost 

I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game 

Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name 

On my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit 

Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit 

Rappers don't need trouble with I 

Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I 

Or Talib with Mos, Common before "Be" 

If they any less common, don't put 'em before me 

See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet 

Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit 

Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit 

I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit 

All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd 

Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out 

I toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh 

Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth 

I probably fool cats, cause I don't ride out in some big car 

In the streets, like I ain't some big star 

And these young mother fuckers, is about to fuck up 

Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car 

No name, but it's no sublime 

Nigga you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far 

Your buzz still fucked, you a liar money 

Joe's still spendin "Pump It Up", "Fire" money 

Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me 

Call ass cap, maybe be at mines for money 

Please, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit 'em 

Ain't too many dudes out there, out performin 'em 

Some require these skills, I was born wit 'em 

Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit 'em 

Jump Off, I'm the best to happen 

He's the answer, the who's got the next in rappin' 

I suggest you ask 'em 

If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin 

New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's 

Some were Top 20, till I crept right passed 'em 

It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it nigga 

Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it nigga 

Still peelin' it nigga 

If I only get 'em two times, just know it was the dilinger nigga 

It's that music, don't know how to act music 

Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out "Crack Music" 

Car jack music, out what they lack music 

Send my little man, get rid of the pack music 

That I'm back music, that click clack music 

That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music 

Now who said they fuckin' with me 

They just said that fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)